Hunting Ground

Something was wrong. But when she asked, Brother Wolf couldn’t or wouldn’t tell her.

She had to get to Charles. Now. The problem was, A

Up would be good.

She was ru

It was Isaac who found the first set of stairs headed up. They emerged on the ground floor of the smaller warehouse, and when they made for the door, a werewolf in human form stopped them.

“If you cross the outer door, you are officially done,” he said.

The Alpha wolf stared coldly at him and the man dropped his eyes, throwing up his hands as he backed away. “Just saying what I’m told, man. You go outside, that’s out of bounds.”

They ran past him and out into the fresh air. Ric, his fur gray in the light of the yard, sneezed his pleasure at leaving the underground labyrinth behind. A

She stumbled to a halt, examining their surroundings for the enemy. At last she saw him standing on the other side of the chain-link fence a hundred yards away.

It took a moment for her eyes to link the spiffily dressed older man to the vicious killer she’d last seen sitting on top of Tom. But her nose had already made the co

The dead man laughed and motioned with his hand. A blue minivan drove up, and he climbed in. It took off before he’d finished closing the door.

Isaac growled low in his chest, an echo of the noise she was making, too. He’d known what that one was, all right. Ric gave them both a puzzled look-but A

There didn’t seem to be much point in sticking around here, so A

Inside the warehouse, all of the wolves who had stayed in human form were gathered in a tight group, focused inward. There were too many of them for her nose to tell her anything.

All of the clothes had been pushed against the wall, and it took her a while to sort hers out. By the time she had them collected, Charles had found her. His eyes were all for the gathering in the center of the room, and there was an odd stiffness to his body that worried her.

She changed, her body protesting the shift even more than it had when she’d taken wolf form. She, like all the wolves, had been well trained not to make much noise while she shifted, but, damn, it hurt.

“Ow, ow, ow,” she whispered as her hands slowly, grat ingly, reluctantly re-formed as wholly human. She tucked them under her arms and squeezed, the pressure helping the pain. Every change was different, but she hated the ones where her hands were the last thing to make it to human. There are so many nerves in a hand, and all of them hurt. It left her light-headed.

Charles growled at her pain.

She looked up, but there was no one anywhere close to them. Ric and his Alpha were still caught up in their change on the other side of the pile of clothing. She glanced at him and let her body grow still. His eyes were yellow, and the corner of his mouth twitched, then twitched again, as if he had a nervous tic.

“Charles?” her voice was still hoarse from the change.

“Su

A

He nodded a quarter of an inch, his eyes locked on her face. “Vampires. We found her body just outside the gates.”

And the vampires had hidden, waiting for the wolves to find Su

A wolf howled, a wild mournful cry, and a half dozen other voices lifted in song to show their sympathy for one who had lost his mate-all of them from human throats.

Charles held out his hand, and A

He used his body to shield her from the sight of anyone in the rest of the room, as if he knew she didn’t really like being naked in front of a bunch of strangers. Most wolves got over that in the first year of being changed. For A

She grabbed her clothing and put it on as quickly as she could, shoving her feet into her te

“Is Arthur all right?” she asked.

Charles closed his eyes and pulled her to him, pressing his nose into the crook of her neck, breathing in like a marathon ru

“No,” he said. “And neither am I.”

Her skin hurt, her bones ached, and she wanted to be held as much as a person who’d fallen asleep on the beach for four hours without sunscreen would want to cuddle. But because he needed it, she relaxed against him.

Su

“Su

“Yes.”

A

SHE was here, she was safe. He let the reality of her, of her scent, push away the need to make something bleed.

He was holding her too tightly, he knew it. Just as he knew she needed time to recover, and he couldn’t give it to her. The sound of her pain as she changed had stirred the wolf up again. Brother Wolf wanted blood or sex, and he wasn’t going to get either. No blood-and no sex, not until he calmed down a lot. Brother Wolf wouldn’t hurt A

Holding A

The attacks were odd. Too focused on the wrong things, the wrong people, to accomplish anything. The attack on A

He couldn’t see the shape of what the vampires, or whoever hired them, were after yet. Nothing fit.

Omega.

A

Whatever the ultimate goal, Charles could think of at least one reason why a wolf might hire someone to murder Su

Maybe even Chastel wouldn’t have been able to do it.